The streetlights are going out,
The first rays of sunshine reflect on the pond in my eye.
Your dancing has left me to die.
More than I deserve,
All that im left with is me.

The echo of my tambourine,
A poor substitute for your footsteps
Your dancing away, and away, and away.

So leave, but save the innouendos.
Don't make me beg for a sliver of pride as you depart.
Oh, leave but hold my hand hollow heart.
Yeah!

We both know that the love we had like leaves on a street in october
Fading away, and away, and away.

More than I deserve,
All that im left with is me.

So leave but save the innouendos.
Don't make me beg for a sliver of pride as you depart.
Oh leave, but hold my hand hollow heart.
Just leave, but hold my hand hollow heart!

Oh!

Out of balance again.
Out of passion again, and again, and again, and again